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I Love It Lyrics - Singles - Beatnuts

I love it 

(Ha, I know ya do) 

I love it 

(I know ya do) 

I love it 

 

You need to save all your bullshit threats and drama 

For the news guy 

Niggas need to act their age 

And not their shoe size 

 

Spittin' it raw 

Spittin' til you slip on the floor 

I make you girl not want you no more 

You want war? 

 

Step to your label make 'em dish out all the cash in the place before 

I hafta punch somebody's ass in the face 

Yo, yo, the ugliest thug never runnin' out of money in clubs 

Got the crib with the African rugs 

 

Baggin' hoes by the carload, they call me Mr. Charmo 

Break into their crib and disconnect the Star Alarm-o 

Yo, big fish eat little fish, you little bitch 

You ticklish, I push niggas up like licorice 

 

You wanna be a big baller, but you travelin' 

Talk about battlin', nigga stop babblin' 

Yo, when the first body touches the ground 

Alot of blood gushes around, my silencer crushes the sound 

Jigged out patch your glazy suits, pimpin' hoes in daisy dukes 

Beatnuts flip the most amazing loot 

 

I love it 

What you love, losin' with a push and a shove 

Whm you think lent OJ the glove? 

I love it 

 

When we bang hardcore 

Make you slam on the hard floor 

And do a backspin on the cardboard 

I love it 

 

Show me your love, jump from 20 stories 

Above so I can write my name in your blood, I love it 

Why? 'Cause we own cribs, own whips and chrome rims 

Bone skins with silicone tits 

 

I love it 

(I know ya do, I know ya do) 

I love it 

(I know ya do, I know ya do) 

I love it 

(I know ya do, I know ya do) 

I love it 

(I know ya do, I know ya do) 

 

You gettin' fidgety 

Thinkin' of ways of gettin' rid of me 

I scream on bitches like you 

You ain't shit to me 

 

I'll punch you while you talk on the phone 

Walkin' alone 

Park, even wait for you in front of your home 

You should stop it, you can't even rhyme 

 

Seen you front like a million times 

Plus your knuckles ain't fuckin' with mine 

Can't live without crossing the line 

Busted my nine so money if you want it just follow the sign 

 

Huh, it's the beat programmer 

Flip a beat, I'll flippin' beat ya sweet old gramma 

I'm in it 400%, anybody gettin' it bent 

Get hit with a block of cement 

 

Yo, I stay high like a stewardess 

Fuckin' with this, it's ludicrous 

I just boned your bitch 

Now she makin' me tuna fish 

 

I whistle you a rhyme offbeat 

Try to listen every time I speak, bite my meat 

Oh, that was you? Pickin' up the gold lobster 

I thought you one for droppin' and poppin' the most caca 

 

Yo, I spit it with the deli in ten 

I don't really care who it offend 

None of you niggas is payin' my rent 

 

Yo, I hope you talk and lots of green 

If not, why you stoppin' me? 

Pullin' my arm, like a slot machine 

 

Yo take the money and run 

Ju stay on some cowboy shit 

Give me some whiskey and a fuckin' gun 

 

I love it 

(I know ya do, I know ya do) 

I love it 

(I know ya do, I know ya do) 

I love it 

(I know ya do, I know ya do) 

I love it 

(I know ya do, I know ya do) 

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